Chapter 264 Meeting Deng Chanyu Again

"what?"

Wen Zhong suddenly raised his head from his desk, as if he had not heard clearly, and asked again.

In fact, he had heard it clearly, but he still wanted to confirm it.

After Yang Jian went to the ancient Shu land, he never received any news about Yang Jian again.

He asked his master, the Golden Spirit Mother, and only knew that Yang Jian had gone to the Heavenly Palace to carry out some plans of the Jiejiao and the Heavenly Palace.

Yang Jian seemed to have disappeared for three years.

If the soul fire left in the Golden Spirit Cave had not been extinguished, the Golden Spirit Mother would have gone to the Heavenly Palace and asked them to hand over Yang Jian.

How could he not be frightened when he suddenly heard the name Yang Jian at this time.

Mo Liqing said again: "Uncle Yang Jian is here, and he is outside the tent right now."

He called Yang Jian "Uncle Master", which was not bad. The four generals of the Demon Family were the fourth generation disciples of the Jiejiao, while Yang Jian and Wen Zhong were the third generation disciples. So it was reasonable to call him "Uncle Master".

"Please come quickly~ Forget it"

Wen Zhong was excited. He changed his mind, stood up and walked out of the tent.

Originally, many Shang Dynasty generals and Jiejiao disciples were discussing matters in the tent.

Wen Zhong went out to greet the guests, and they followed him.

Out of the camp.

Suddenly, I saw a young man in brocade clothes standing in front of me. His figure was a little blurry in the snow and ice of the northern border. He looked independent and aloof from the world, with an outstanding temperament.

But Wen Zhong still recognized that this was his junior fellow apprentice Yang Jian. There was no one else in the world with such a transcendent temperament except Yang Jian.

There are rumors on Jin'ao Island that his junior brother Yang Jian is the real most beautiful woman on Jin'ao Island.

Wen Zhong felt that this was true.

"Junior brother, there has been no news from you in the past three years. Master has been worried. I have also been missing you for a long time."

Wen Zhong stepped forward and spoke first.

Yang Jian's original attention was attracted by the ice and snow all over the sky.

There was something strange about the aura of ice and snow, and his soul keenly sensed it.

When he heard Wen Zhong's voice at this time, he immediately realized that Wen Zhong had come out to greet him personally.

Looking back, he saw a huge group of people surrounding Wen Zhong. There were new and familiar faces, including fellow disciples of Jiejiao and soldiers from the Shang Dynasty, all of them with curious eyes.

"Thank you, Master and Senior Brother, for your concern. I have been safe and sound over the past three years. It is all thanks to Master's divine protection."

Yang Jian said with a bow, flattering someone easily.

The Golden Spirit Mother is his closest confidant, so naturally he has to flatter her more.

Wen Zhong asked about Yang Jian's experiences over the past three years.

Yang Jian was very selective and briefly recounted his experiences in the ancient Shu Kingdom. As for his later experiences, he said that he was delayed on his way to visit the Queen Mother of the West in West Kunlun, so he stayed there for three years.

The two brothers reminisced about the past and forgot about time.

Yang Jian's body, blessed by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, is strong and he is not afraid of the severe cold in the north.

Wen Zhong had reached the realm of an immortal, so this bit of coldness was easily dispelled by his cultivation.

But the other soldiers and disciples of Jiejiao who had not yet become immortals could not bear it.

They were shivering from the cold and their lips were blue and purple.

Seeing that this was not going to work, Mo Liqing hurried forward and said, "Master Wen, Uncle Master Yang, the snow in the north is terrible. Let's go into the tent and reminisce about the past."

Master Wen just came to his senses and noticed the embarrassment of the people behind him, so he called Yang Jian to go back to the tent together.

This was the first time that Yang Jian heard Mo Liqing call him uncle-master, and he looked over curiously.

He was shocked to discover that during this period of time, Mo Liqing's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds and he had entered the realm of immortal.

He couldn't help but sigh: "General Qing's cultivation has progressed so fast~"

He also fought two moves with Mo Liqing. At that time, his cultivation was weak and he was beaten unilaterally by Mo Liqing.

He could only rely on Shuiyun's body to deal with him.

At this time, Mo Liqing had already become an immortal, and Yang Jian secretly compared them in his heart.

I feel that I am no longer afraid of facing Mo Liqing.

He was able to defeat Mo Liqing with his Heavenly and Earthly Powers. This judgment was not entirely without basis.

When he flew over this place, Mo Liqing thought he was a spy, so he used the Qingyun Sword to fight him without saying a word.

Yang Jian unleashed his three-pointed, double-edged sword to block it with ease.

Three years have passed since the beginning of the modern world, but his experience is more than just three years, and his fighting experience is no longer what it used to be.

Mo Liqing smiled awkwardly, not knowing whether Yang Jian was praising him or insulting him: "Uncle Master's magical powers are so great that I am ashamed to be inferior to him."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. These words sounded like a compliment at first, but if one thought about it carefully, they were actually a thorn in the flesh.

He praised Mo Liqing's cultivation, while Mo Liqing praised his supernatural powers.

What he meant was that he had a good master and could learn powerful magical powers from him.

Yang Jian shook his head slowly and did not care about it. What Mo Liqing said was true. Not only did he have the help of the Golden Spirit Mother, he had also mastered Nuwa's 72 magical powers.

Wen Zhong sat in the main seat and continued to discuss the current situation in the northern border with many soldiers, looking for a way out.

Many soldiers looked worried, and a dark cloud hung over the tent.

There was wine and meat in front of them, but no one had the heart to enjoy them.

Except Yang Jian.

With a bowl of warm wine in his left hand and a piece of meat in his right hand, he took a sip of wine and some of meat, feeling so comfortable.

He had been holding it in for so long that he almost forgot the taste of wine and meat, which was why he lost his composure at this moment.

"The rebellion in Jibei City and the interruption of the food supply are the biggest dangers at the moment. If we send troops to pacify Jibei City, there will inevitably be loopholes in the northern frontier. Yuan Futong will definitely seize the opportunity and bite off a piece of meat.

It will take half a month for General Li of Chentang Pass to mobilize troops to attack Jibei City, but our army's food and grass can only last for ten days~"

A clear and beautiful voice appeared.

The voice was somewhat familiar.

Yang Jian looked and found that it was a female general.

His eyebrows were like distant ink, and at this moment, a pair of willow-shaped brows were slightly wrinkled, highlighting his heroic spirit.

Her eyes are like spring mountains and as bright as stars, adding a touch of feminine charm.

His black hair stood up high, he wore bronze armor and had two scimitars on his waist.

The cold wind and snow that had just touched his armor had not yet dissipated, and waves of chill were emanating from it, making him look like a branch of winter plum.

This face seemed familiar. Yang Jian thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it before. He just felt it was very familiar.

On the side, the soldiers were discussing the current dilemma.

Yang Jian looked at her intently and soon attracted the woman's attention.

He responded with a resentful look, the resentment in which made Yang Jian's heart tremble.

He suddenly remembered who this guy was, it was Deng Chanyu.

After not seeing her for three years, the young girl had become unrecognizable to him.

"Yang Jian is so rude that he has put his eyes on my face!"

Deng Chanyu's face turned cold and she scolded Yang Jian in her heart.

She didn't dare express her dissatisfaction directly.

Who can blame this guy for being Master Wen's junior brother and a top disciple of Jiejiao? She can't afford to offend him.

Her eyes rolled around, thinking that the solution to the problem was right in front of her.

Yang Jian was not in the Shang army. If he were allowed to capture Jibei City, the urgent problem would be solved immediately.

If she couldn't break through and suffered under the city of Jibei, that would be fine, as it would just relieve her hatred.

She still remembered that her brother Deng Zhong died at the hands of Yang Jian. Although Deng Zhong brought the disaster upon himself, he was still related to her by blood.

"Everyone, the solution to the problem is right in front of us!"

Deng Chanyu said loudly.

"Oh? What's General Deng's plan?"

Wen Zhong asked.

(End of this chapter)